???????????? and an easterly breeze
With a licked finger I test the air
Sparse cloud coverage with a clear blue tint
Above me, nice to know its there
???? forgiven for mistaking this apparent sense of purpose
As something that I could decide
With a load of common sense and an educated guess
You can say this was about the girl]
Shoes at the door and a colour coded kitchen
Evidently very house proud
With hiccup and a wink and your dish in the sink
You’ve declared that dinner is over
And now we’re left with the decision is it us we both envision
We’ll decide when we get upstairs
And as much as it’s a sure thing I still feel there’s a chance
We could end up just doing dares
*tempo picks up*
And so armed with a conviction
That betrays me in a second
I lie with an excuse
I cant believe I’ll get away with
That I don’t like driving in the dark
Its hard to tell between the sky and the bark
But the offer of a taxi leaves it all in burning tatters
My belt was on the floor already
But again that hardly matters
As nice as it was of her to offer to pay
The real payoff would only come if I stay
Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now they’re useless to me now
I said sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now they’re useless to me now
Hope flutters out underneath closed doors
This spiralling romance a real tours de force
I screamed a weak whimper of stuttering protests
Callously turned away sudden lack of interest
Swinging in the light, i'm begging for confession
A tight-lipped jab about a lady’s own discretion
Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now they’re useless to me now
I said sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now they’re useless to me now
*dat guitar doe*
After what seemed like a cliché
I feel robbed of a morning
No awkward searching for toothpaste
Or a housemate scorning
Why do women act like they’re doing men a favour
It’s not like they can live without relationships either
Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now
Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes
Are useless to me now
Useless to me now, useless to me now
They’re useless to me now
Now now now now now now
I leave in a huff of Supreme Court disgrace beat your disgrace
Sitting on the front step doing up my lace
In the rush to get in I tore them off rather quickly
Ridding them completely of their plastic nobility
In a moment i’ll not call madness just yet
I engraved on her letterbox cruel brunette
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